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Post by Maximum Ride on Jun 28, 2009 3:12:32 GMT -5
It was a nice day, simple day actually. No clouds, no wind. Okay well it was just too nice of a day for Max, where were the Erasers, the Fly-boys, hell Max the Second for that matter? What ever happened to those crazy, mad scientist that loved Max and her flock so much they wanted to kill her? It was nerve racking to not have to get her kids up yet, they just slept. Fang was probably up, you could never tell with how silent and how well he literally would begin to blend in with his surroundings. Sometimes Max felt like putting a bell around his neck. That worked for cats, why not a freaky, mutant, bird kid?
She stretched and looked out from the old wooden shack. If she could, she would make the flock live here, however they could never settle down anywhere, not really. They could only stay in one place for so long before they had to go. Whether it was to help her mom with air shows, which was a "no" now a days, or because a crazy scientist decided it would be fun to try and blow the flock to pieces. Actually if they were living any other life besides this she would be a bit concerned.
The brown eyed girl rubbed her eyes and leaned against a rather broken railing. Sleeping on an old wood floor where you felt that it would break below you was a bit scary. And she was a light weighted person as it was, which did not help the nerves at all. As always, the girl's guard was up and she was listening and looking for anything that would require her to wake her team of mutant bird kids up.
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